I fear that I’ve been blinded by your love For once you weren’t there things became tough I assumed my happiness was in your presence So I made my perfume from your essence Sprayed it everywhere so I’d feel you It was dominant while your emotions weren’t true All the lies you fed me left me in terror False hope you gave me but I deserve better Fortunately, I have my family and friends Ones I can rely on while my wounds mend They have always been there for me And now the best version of myself I thrive to be My experience with them taught me so many lessons Some I wouldn’t have learned by myself I reckon Many people who are in my life will eventually depart But only true friends will leave a footprint in my heart.
Oil painted red sky summer Blue moon June, and tailor-made memories Skimming the surface like a skipped stone Riding the ripples Of an early summer’s amplitude Like a light ray runaway, Dancing with darkness anxiously on the edge of the abyss A lone wanderer, Searching the soil for some semblance of a soul, but Our bound hands were meant to dig Never to hold
Skip a stone and watch the ripples underneath a gray beard mountain.
From being a sturdy soul that never felt anything To becoming a frail filament of glass that breaks on every feeling aroused on hearing the rhythm of her voice or the sound of her name. She became the very thing I fear. She keeps haunting me on all the days and She kills me over by stealing my heart on all my nights. Oh what I wouldn't give to get rid of her memories from my incessant mind and futile heart.
My Love for you was all that I Had and when I realized I lost you I understood I would never love again, No matter where I go or what I do, I will never go back to the person I was. You ripped me off the very thing that I lacked and left me here to ponder over all the things that we could have been.
she ran a hand over her heart. the tip of her finger got caught in a small stitch tightly sewn to keep her heart together. but in that fateful moment, the stitch quickly unraveled, loosening her still-beating heart until the pieces could do nothing but stumble around each other, crumble into soft, maroon dust, and settle into her weary bones.